Bad Tags Lyrics

Fuck it, we riding strikers, six-figure Benz but the tags bad

Granny, I know that I'm wrong, but the cash's fast

I can't let shit slide, can't look past that

Ayy, Bam, you fuckin' with that flow right there

Aight, look, hold on, shirt's 600, bitch, bag back

Damn, this load-heavy givin' me a bad back

Ooh, she said that she heard I got cash cash

I can see it from the front, she turn around, she got ass ass

Plugged through a front, I went missin' like a bad dad

I smoke a hundred blunts to the face, I don't pass gas

Cuz Put too much on it, this a bad batch

For the right pay, nigga, he turn to mad maxx

Let the label throw a bag, I'm shootin' grams back

Damn, this raw uncut, you gotta slam that

All y'all bitches hit, before I open this pack

Where my mask at

What I smoke, 500 a 0, you can't match that

Good batch, it cost a lil mo

Where Sam at

The bitch havin' fun, one night with the gang

You can have her back, nigga

I Swear to God, I don't wanna either

Tequila turned her cannibal, I swear that she eats people

My ex broke everything but her legs, she still chasin

I'm tryna leave her,

Nigga bump this head

If you ever think that I'm goin' easy

If you catch me in the ghetto, boy, best believe I'm servin' peezy's

I'm tryna flex, I ain't rappin' motivation, I ain't young jeezy

Bitch, say I'm rude, cause I kicked the hoe out, she was tryna tease

Before a nigga, play me green, on God, I be screamin free me

I ain't Tyrone, they wanna clone me, on God, they wanna be me

100 dollar blunts Now she got the munchies, she tryna eat me

Nigga I don't punch

Half a rack for this Glock, it's gon' keep it easy

Niggas still rappin' about that one good run

Nigga, where your sequel

They had a good run

But I'm on a marathon, we ain't equal

closed mouth, don't eat

Better speak up, all you little people

Yeah, I'm from the hood, but now I'm on the side with the good people

Play dumb, me and Cuz beat you bloody like Shug's people

Nigga, SRT shit